Page 13 of Be My Salvation

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Stuart, another rebel, reaching for his blade on his thigh sheath. Before I can even open my mouth in warning, Zeke pulls a hidden gun and fires, hitting Stuart square in the chest without hesitation. His body falls to the floor with a loud bang, as everyone else startles and backs away, eyes large and wary of us. “Anyone else want to get any ideas?” Zeke stands up from the table, still brandishing the gun in his large tattooed hand, and I can feel the heat rising in my core and my panties dampening, with how fucking hot that was. Abe, the psychopath, chuckles at my side and licks his lips, as if he’d like to take a bite out of Zeke right now.Fuck, I would join him.“Let me be fucking clear, you even look wrong atmy wife, and I’ll ensure you take your last fucking breath. We are not afraid of you cunts.“ Jesus, the way he says‘my wife’ensures I’m going to get on my knees for him, the minute we aren’t around all these traitorous assholes. The thought makes me choke and cough, and Abe must discern the direction of my thoughts, because he winks one of his captivating amber eyes at me, and provides me with a salacious grin.Fucker.

“CHILDREN!Enough of this immature caveman display of violence. We have so many issues to contend with, and killing each other for perceived insults is not only unworthy of our time, but is a waste of needed manpower,“ Sarah shouts and gives me a look, as if I was a naughty child who instigated all of this. With a nod from her head, one of her men drags Stuart’s dead body from the room. I shrug and refuse to break eye contact. I’m no longer the little girl she could chastise when I misbehaved. She needs a ruthless killer, and that is what fate and circumstance have seen that I become. “Was there a point to this meeting,other than to tell us the world is on fire, Mom?” Abe drolls, and his mother turns her attention to him.

“Yes,Abraham, there was a point, and I would appreciate it if you and Ezekiel didn’t keep interrupting.“ The scowl she gives him makes me grin. He looks embarrassed, an adorable blush rising up his neck, as if he were three years old and was found with his fingers in the cookie jar. “Go on, Sarah, this is getting tedious,” I demand. As cute as this has all been, and a welcome reprieve, from listening to Sammy bash himself against the door to obtain his freedom and murder me, I can’t stay away from him for long. Guilt rises inside of me that, once again, he’s alone and confined, thanks to me, regardless of if he’s a danger right now to himself, and everyone else around us. Zeke leans his head close to my ear, his warm breath heating my skin. “He’s fine, and more importantly, he’s safe. Relax, Snow, or I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass, regardless of who’s watching.”

Holy fuck.I clench my thighs together tightly, to ward off the feeling of arousal rising within me, just as Abe’s large hand lands on my knee and squeezes tightly. These two fuckers are playing with fire, in a room filled with rebels that undoubtedly mean us harm. How am I supposed to focus, when they are both trying to distract me from all the problems, and grief, surrounding us?

“Stop, fuckers,”I hiss under my breath at both of them, but it has the opposite effect of dissuading them. Instead, Abe’s fingers travel to my upper thigh, massaging and squeezing my flesh through my pants, while Zeke’s fingers slide discretely to my hip, and begin strumming against the sliver of heated flesh above the waistband of my pants. Goosebumps break out across my flesh, and my heart pounds in my chest. I fight the urge to moan, and bite down on the inside of my cheek to prevent the sound.

“We need to assert power, and the rule of law over thesehooliganssetting fire to the world, as you so eloquently put it, Abraham. There needs to be some controls set up to prevent all-out war among the masses, or someone equally as horrific as the Brotherhood from taking power.“ Sarah turns her gaze to me once more, and my eyebrow rises. “Rebels.You called them hooligans, but the accurate name for them is rebels. Just like you’re a rebel, Sarah, and everyone else in this room is.“ Her lips purse into a straight line with displeasure, and I see I’ve hit a nerve. I wonder if I keep pushing, will I get a genuine reaction out of her, and will she finally confess what she’s actually after? I realize that I don’t trust her, and with that comes sadness. She used to be a second mother to me, but now she’s as much a stranger as the others in this room.

“We are not the same, Dinah. We do not seek to destroy the world, just to ensure that it is fair for everyone.” I lean forward, placing my elbows on the table, and ensuring that everyone can see my tattoos, my scowl, and my ready defiance. “From where I’m sitting, as the Unholy Ghost, they look to be one and the same, Sarah. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you’re a martyr compared to them. You seek power and destruction. You wanted the Brotherhood’s demise, and more importantly, you wanted a way out of the life you were forced into.” I turn my gaze slowly across the various faces of women, and men, who chose to become outlaws and rebels, and take down the Brotherhood. “You are fighting for a world that will need to burn first, before it can be cleansed. If you are not careful, you will trade one dictatorship for another. I do not wish to be your leader, or the face of your revolution. All I seek is my men and peace.”

“That’s precisely why it has to be you, Dinah. You don’t crave power, and you never have, as the Unholy Ghost. You sought retribution, and the annihilation of a system that was corrupt, and destroyed the lives of millions. A tyranny that imprisoned women, and abused them as a privilege. We were never meant to be chattel, or used as breeding mares, to fill the ranks of the Brotherhood. What you gave the world when you begandismantling the Brotherhood was priceless. You emboldened us to rise and resist.”

“Rise and resist?Is that what you call murdering high-ranking Brotherhood men, cutting off their cocks, and forcing them to swallow them, as punishment for the way they treated women with them?“ A smirk pulls at my lips. I’m finding this whole situation quite amusing, especially as I watch a few of the men cup themselves.

“Yes.” Sarah nods with confidence. “You will continue to play the role of the Unholy Ghost, and unite the masses, the ones who have suffered under the rule of the Brotherhood of the Sacrament. You will be my salvation, mine and every woman, man, and child, who has suffered over the years, since the Order took power. In turn, we will help you capture your father, David, and Noah, and eradicate all of them from the face of the earth.”

She dangles a carrot in front of me, as if I could be so easily led. Does she truly believe that I’m naive enough to believe her words? She may assist me with capturing, and ridding the world of those three fuckers, but the minute she has what she wants, I will become the next power she has to topple, and she’ll have me murdered. There is no way she will allow Zeke, Abe, or even Sammy to live; they would be a means to avenge me. She’ll stain the earth with our blood, and call it cleansing the current world, in preparation for the next one to come. History will continue to repeat itself because, as humans, we seek power and ambition over the compassion, and care, of our fellow man. Someone always needs and feels they deserve more than the rest. Do I believe that Sarah, and whoever is pulling the strings behind her, seeks to enslave the population again? I don’t know, but one thing is for sure. I don’t plan to be her puppet, any more than I intended to be my father’s.

Abe’s fingers tighten painfully on my leg, and Zeke’s dig into the flesh of my side in a warning. Do they sense the danger weare walking into? If I refuse her here and now, we won’t even leave this room; she’ll have us murdered where we sit. We can’t possibly take all of them, and she knows it. I can’t allow that to happen. The three of us can’t die here, and leave Sammy defenseless in that basement, his mind shattered and believing that I, once again, abandoned him. I need a way to buy us some time, and figure out a way to turn the tables on all these fuckers that think I am easy prey to manipulate. Kill them all, make them suffer. If you don’t, you will never be free. The monster inside of me bangs at the bars of his cage, and for a mere moment, his voice sounds like Sammy’s.

“I will be your Unholy Ghost, and do what is necessary to rid the world of the Brotherhood of the Sacrament. In turn, you will give me what I seek. I want Noah Rothesay alive, so that I can rip him apart, limb from limb, with my bare hands. I want my father, David, and whoever is still with them brought to me for death, and I want my nephew established as the head of the Camrose family, and a future representative of whatever government you form.”

Sarah’s face is radiant with joy, and I can see that she believes she’s won. She smiles, and for a moment, it’s as if she’s back as that woman who used to bring me ribbons to place in my hair, and sneak me homemade cookies when I was in trouble. “It’s settled then. You have my word that all of your requests will be fulfilled. We will find them, and you will make the final decision on how they die. Let’s get started, shall we?” She rises from the large meeting table and quickly provides orders for her minions, who rush off to complete their assigned tasks. I can taste the weight of her lies on my tongue, like heavy smoky poison coating the surface. Each word fills me further with mistrust. All of them devised to reassure, and convert me to her side, but having the opposite effect. After all, I am my father’s daughter. How quickly Sarah forgets the fact that I grew up watching him workhis charms on the Brotherhood, until his usefulness ran out and they murdered him, or so they thought. It seems Francis Camrose is a cat with nine lives, and I now mean to extinguish all of them. Sarah Mercier can join him in the fiery pits of hell, if she thinks she’ll be able to control me.

“I would rather you be my sinner rather than my sacrifice, Atasi, but if you have to be anything, at least being my salvation is a place I agree you will always hold. I will never let any of them hurt you, and I know you don’t believe a single fucking word my mother just uttered. Be careful, my sweet killer, or we will have a bloodbath on our hands.”

Chapter eighteen

The Sinner

Dinah

Imake my down to the basement once more, after leaving that fucked up meeting, and insisting that Zeke and Abe give me some space to think. Despite their protests that it’s not safe to be separated from each other, I know that, for now, nothing will happen to us. Sarah needs my cooperation, and in order to get it, she needs me and them to stay alive. My head is filled with contradicting thoughts, and scenarios on how we save ourselves once again, from someone else trying to force us to their will. After passing numerous rebels standing guard, and them either giving me frightened eyes, or a wide berth, I finally reach the door that hides what I seek, and lean my forehead against its steel surface. Nothing but silence is coming from within, and that has me releasing the breath I was holding. I don’t think that I could have handled returning here to listen to him continue to hurt himself, and bludgeon me, one vicious word at a time. I’m so tempted to go inside and see him, and reassure him that I am here, and will never leave him again, but I’m also terrified of his reaction.

Tears fill my eyes, but I swipe angrily at them. What will it accomplish if I keep breaking down? I can’t go back in time to stop what happened to us. I can’t go in there and promise him that we are going to live happily ever after, now that the Brotherhood is in ashes. I am on a never-ending road to pain and destruction, and right now, I don’t see any way off that path. I press the palms of my hands into the flat, cool surfaceof the door, wishing I could touch Sammy and wrap him in my arms, but I know full well that if I tried, he would scorn my touch, and perhaps even become violent once more with me. “I love you, Samuel Wendover. I have from the very beginning, and nothing you do or say will change that. I’m so fucking sorry for everything that has occurred. Please come back to me. I can’t live without you.”

Nothing but deadly silence greets me, and with a final glance at the door, I force myself to walk away. I wander up from the vast basement area, observing the richness of the space my father has been hiding in. Expensive Persian rugs lay colorfully under my feet, and delicate brocade wallpaper covers the walls. Everywhere I look, costly works of art in gilded golden frames, or marble busts of religious depictions, are on display. The amber light from the crystal chandeliers leaves beautiful prisms of colors that have a soothing effect as I pass under them, as I climb the deep, thick burgundy carpet that covers the marble stairs, and leads to the level with all the guestrooms.

All of the signs of struggle from when Zeke, Abe, and I first attacked have been erased, as if we had never even entered the space. My mind flashes back to that young boy, the Brotherhood soldier who was attempting to flee, and I murdered him in cold blood. His ghost haunts me constantly, calling out to me and condemning me, for all the atrocities and sins I have already committed, and how many more I will still have to perpetrate, in an attempt to keep those I love safe. “I’m sorry you ever had to meet me in this house. I hope wherever you are, you’re no longer frightened,” I whisper into the cloying air, that smells like frankincense and myrrh.

When I reach the door to the room we are sharing, I straighten my shoulders, trying to push away some of the melancholy that is weighing me down. I slip into the room, noting the two armed guards posted on either end of the corridor. It seems Sarah is nottaking any chances with us escaping from her hospitable prison. For a brief second, I consider murdering both of them, to send her a message that I’m not frightened of her, but then the dead boy’s face fills my mind, and I decide what would be the use? We can’t leave Sammy behind, and he’s in no shape to travel at the moment.

I step into the room, closing the door securely behind me, and two sets of eyes immediately turn in my direction. I can feel the tension in the air. Neither of them knows how to approach me, or how I will react. I drop my defenses, and allow them to see how worn down by the consequences of my actions I am. How weary and heart-sick all of this is making me, and how I need them desperately to help soothe some of the harshness that is consuming me, and breaking me apart. “Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I am requesting.

Zeke is the first to approach me, and those bright green eyes meet mine, and seep into my soul with hunger. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his hand around my throat and using his firm grip to force me forward, and into his chest. They circle me tightly, causing my chest to tighten, and all of the air to leave my lungs in a gasp. “You belong to me, Snow. You never have to beg for my devotion, only for my mercy, baby.” His mouth crashes down on mine with fervor, as he forces his tongue past my lips and devours me. I’m so lost in the fierce kiss that I don’t feel the large body pressing up against my back, until his warmth blankets me.Abe.I’m sandwiched between them right now, which feels like heaven. My lungs protest the lack of oxygen as Zeke continues to tighten his grip, as he ravishes my mouth, and his other hand tangles in my hair, pulling on the strands, and giving me a delicious hit of pain. Abe’s hands grasp the collar of my shirt and yank, ripping the material down the middle, and providing him with access to my flesh. His sharp teeth findmy uninjured shoulder, and he bites down without mercy, and I scream into Zeke’s mouth.

“That’s it, Atasi, be a good slut and scream for us,” Abe mumbles against my heated flesh, licking away the blood that his bite has produced. His hands trail down my body, until he reaches the waistband of my pants and forces them down, causing the button to tear off, and the zipper to break. His large hands grasp each of my asscheeks and squeeze, until I’m forced onto my toes, and writhing in both pain and excitement. My head spins with the rapidly dwindling lack of air, and I use my hands to push against Zeke’s chest, to force him to release my lips. I bite down hard on his bottom lip, the instant taste of copper filling my mouth, and pushing me further into lust-filled insanity. Zeke nibbles on my lips, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth with hunger, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk, drops of blood covering his rosy, plush lip, that I lean in and lick, as he releases a heady groan. His eyes are burning pools of green flames, that have my core tightening, and wetness dripping from inside of me. It seems my body is always primed, and ready for these two alpha males to use me, and bring me to rapture. I rub myself against him, my body seeking friction, as desire rises within me.

Abe slips a digit between my asscheeks, forcing me to clench them tightly in response as he meets my slickness, and strokes me from my puckered hole to my entrance, before slamming his digit inside of me, only to rapidly remove it and repeat the same motion again, driving a gasp from my lips. His thick finger drags back and forth along my swollen pussy lips, every other thrust barely grazing my throbbing clit. The fucker is teasing me, making me lose my mind with the need threatening to drown me. Heat throbs through my chest, forcing my nipples to turn rock hard against the remainder of my shirt, as our heavy breathing combines in a sympathy of lust. “You’re drenched,Atasi. Does this naughty pussy need to be filled, hmm? Do you want me and Zeke to shove our cocks together inside of you, and fuck you hard and mean?”Oh, fuck yes, I do.

I wiggle back and forth, trying to force his finger back inside of me, but the fucker keeps stroking my pussy lips and caressing my needy clit. Zeke releases his tight grip, and I suck in huge gasps of air, choking and coughing over and over, as my body tries to remember how to breathe. “What was that, Snow? We couldn’t hear you. You want us to fill you full of our cum, until you’re dripping from all your holes? What a perfect dirty girl you are.” The smug bastard releases an amused chuckle at the menacing look I give him. He knows full well I haven’t uttered a word, but if I’m being honest, that’s exactly what I want to happen right now. Zeke viciously grabs the remainder of the fabric over my chest and rips it off, and as it falls to the floor, his hands grasp my breasts and squeeze them tightly between his large fingers. “I want to fuck these, and cover them with my cum, pretty girl.” His fingers toy with my nipples, squeezing and twisting the hardened peaks before pulling on them, and leaving me panting like a bitch in heat. Zeke’s hand reaches out and slaps my right breast, the sting making me cry out, before he delivers the same treatment to the left side. He leans forward as he licks a line from one nipple to the other, nipping my flesh, and leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. I’m spiraling out of control, my body feeling like it’s strung tightly on a wire that at any moment could snap. “So fucking sexy, my perfect little wife, but you want to be my whore too, don’t you, baby?”

“Use... me,” I gasp as Abe’s finger once again thrusts inside of me without warning, followed by another two digits, stretching me, and causing ripples of sensation to flood my body. His fingers curve upwards, stroking a spot he knows will have me losing what is left of my mind. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mewl as Zeke slides his fingers into my hair, and uses his grip to force me tobend forward at the waist, and Abe utilizes the new position to finger fuck me harder and deeper, until I’m moaning and trying to stop myself from begging him for more. I can feel my arousal coating the inside of my legs. I’m so wet that the sound of Abe’s fingers sliding inside of me is obscene. “Touch your toes, pretty girl, and spread your legs wide, so Abe can have his fill.” I’m so close to begging to be filled, that the words are on the tip of my tongue, when Zeke twists my nipple again, and instead, all that comes out is a moan.

Abe drops to his knees behind me, removing his digits and using his wet fingers, covered in my arousal, to pry my asscheeks apart, before his tongue licks my puckered hole and slips between my folds, penetrating my pussy and causing me to sway. “Oh, fuck!” I cry out as I reach forward, regardless of my shoulder protesting the movement, and use the tips of my fingers to grasp the edges of my combat boots, holding on for dear life, as a whirlwind of heat races up my spine with my impending orgasm. The blood rushes to my head at the same time, and Zeke reaches down and slaps my breast again, and wraps his tattooed hand around my neck, as my hair hangs in my face like a curtain of darkness. “I think my wife needs a new pretty necklace, so that when she looks at herself, she knows who she belongs to. What do you think, Abe?” The only thing still holding me up is Zeke’s relentless grip on my hair and neck, and Abe’s painful grasp on my ass. I know that, come morning, I will be covered in both their fingerprints, and that thought brings me so much depraved satisfaction. Zeke tightens his grip on my throat, until I gasp without oxygen, my body shuddering with the delicious feeling of almost passing out. I want more. I want to pass out, and wake back up with both of them using me for their pleasure, but I know they are not done toying with me, and I want to play their depraved games. “Hands behind yourback, Snow, and if you move them, Abe will stop and leave you hanging.”

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